flyingfish

The Resonance of Being Otherwise

 

repurposed from first
old scars build identities
each mark retells use
a nail hole, scorch, and scrape marks
makes the temporary last

worthless things endure
when no one fears a new scar
so they serve again
reuse imbibes resonance
purpose hums in harmony

second-hand uses
never quite fit for purpose
yet their blemishes
give the makeshift things their charm
like sharing with an old friend

afterthoughts retained
stand-ins outlive their first lives
makeshift afterlives
roles we never intended
making do among old mates

old fence board scrap piles
become sign, doorstep, bridge, shelf
never intended
each new role remembers what
the plank has otherwise been

old bricks become steps
envelopes list the shopping
stone weighs down papers
small duties engender things
discarded from grander roles

jam jar catches spoons
then pencils, screws and buttons
clear glass exhibits
each new cargo quaintly held
with ghosts of what came before

railway sleepers rest
unrailed from thundering past
holding garden earth
old tire swing beneath a tree
still remembering the road

given one more go
the second-hand resonance
creates harmony
nothing used ever forgets—
first choices humming within